So we decided that with it being a landmark and all, we should probably cook up a fiesta in Fundy. No mexican theme, so don't get all hung up on the fiesta word use. No, instead we chose to go the mussels route. We got so many fresh as can be mussels for so cheap it's probably almost criminal. In any case, we decided to go a little strange with these. You see, we had tried spruce beer in montreal, and decided that it would treat mussels as good friends do. With that in mind, we bought a bottle before our voyage into New Brunswick and beyond. Our intention had been simple, but then while shopping we got pretty out of hand and things slipped beyond our grasp. This is not to say that they weren't amazing. Just to say that spruce beer definitely didn't come through in the end product. Chickpeas, pearl onions and butternut squash did. I'm certain it didn't help that the spruce beer was so agitated from driving that it blew a seven foot geyser of it's contents all over the side of the van upon opening. Cheap leftover burger buns filled the role traditionally filled by real bread. But they got toasted, so as was well. Cave spring dolomite riesling was in full effect, and tasty.
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